This is a song about "Resort"

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Who resort to wearing some little sweater jackets

For the last resort, don't show the tour, i know what i'm here for

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

And probably i'll resort to doin' shit for cash like breaking bad,

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

I'm crazy as a ouija board, at a vacated beach resort,

From vespucci beach, then i might resort to felony

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

And even though shit's trife at times, never resort to life of crime,

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

While everybody got ammunition on deck

And if they resort to mix-tapes, my feats'll beat 'em per cassette

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Resort to playing before i bring the glory/